Unexpected Bursting

Dear Diary,

Certainly, I was thriving today in extensive felicity devoted at my terrace by Nature herself! From the dawn to the dusk and the time following; a wuthering atmosphere was observed. A specific attraction of such environmental peculiarities I am the possessor of; when windy days are accompanied by silvery clouds which are never to rain- I just sit in my terrace. The cool flow of wind is just like that river coming from the Himalayas: granting me the soothing relaxation, which was a need deep buried inside my complex schedule. Such an arrangement is amplified by the presence of those fluffy platinum grade titan clouds; so massive to hide the whole Sun and the sky above them! I wish to be like them: to protect my intimate acquaintances from any outside rays as the sunrays are blocked by those clouds.

"Early to bed, early to rise; makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise" is the quote which I loathe from the start! Does it make any difference if we sleep a bit late at night? Surely it does if we are not yielding productive work from ourselves but, if we are doing anything like that then it does make a difference! I know only one statement which is, "one day you will forget one o'clock nights and five o'clock mornings. A day will have them paid off." Following the latter as far as I can; I sleep late due to my literary stuff and so to compensate the loss- I wake up late; which I regret today because Nature had placed fine presents for me upstairs from the start!

Indeed I have not performed any worthwhile task, just sat on this windy occasion, gathered in my terrace. It is an affirmed perception that I wouldn't have quenched the bliss of it, if I would have been at school and studying all those interesting subjects. There are times when our body demands certain attention- necessary to be fulfilled. The thing which urged me to sit in terrace taking that retirement chair(as it is often called due to its structure and design: for relaxing purposes mainly.) was not the demand of the body; it was the demand of my mind. The latter of the two feels emptiness or is accepting that forcing my limbs to maintain its position there is the only place where sometimes it discusses things with my heart and my existence.

Some proverbs, I guess, were made for the bourgeoisie class; 'bourgeoisie' not in terms of wealth or social agendas: in terms of sensibility, understanding, morals, civility and respective nouns. To quote a specific one, "an idle mind is a devil's workshop." Hilarious as it seems to me because, why a particular person cannot invite benevolent ideologies or thinking? Is he bound to accept a proverb even if his ideals are rather vehement and under control? That is the height of tomfoolery!!! What I say is that "think pleasurable thoughts while being alone or do not do such things which lead you to loneliness." Contrary to all this, I have long ago understood the difference between 'loneliness' and 'solitude.' Believe me, they are completely two varied things and perspectives.